Nejay - Training

You know it hurts
When everybody 'round you started changing
Whatever works
I had to find me a way to bring change in (Gang!)
I was so cold when it started raining
Ain't no complaining, you call it pain I call it training
Crank up on the engine, foreign rings, it's push to start
That boy trippin' for attention, we gon' hit him where it hurt
Long extension, like a bad lil bitch tryna touch up on your shirt
When bro suspicious, he gon' pop a nigga like a fucking perc, yea yea
Yea yea (Gang bitch!)
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
I know I'm the best when I do this shit
Cause I slide on the track like some lubricant (No cap)
Only me, never no duplicates
Best give it up or we bussin' your noodle then
Walk up in the party with a buss down
Shawty ion do the talking, get the fuck down
If a nigga got a problem get the fuck 'round
Like a virgin, I ain't really tryna fuck 'round
He ain't, bout it I put like a hunnid on it
I know who I am I'm screaming fuck the comments
Live my life up cause tomorrow's never promised
Bitch you trip bout your periods, I trip bout commas
(Yea yea)
I ain't say my life is hard
But I ain't saying that my life is easy
Don't worry bout the life I'm living, promise I'm doing just fine, no kizzy
Caught so many L's, I'm lifting, praying I get straight to the winning
Even though I'm still sinning, I'm still praying to got to forgive me
We get litty
Nigga talk down on the gang, might as well scream got come get me (God come get me)
I'm still shittin'
Ion even post on the 'Gram cause the hunnids stay stackin' and flippin'
Crank up on the engine, foreign rings, it's push to start
That boy trippin' for attention, we gon' hit him where it hurt
Long extension, like a bad lil bitch tryna touch up on your shirt
When bro suspicious, he gon' pop a nigga like a fucking perc, yea yea
Yea yea (Gang bitch!)
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea

Written by:
Nejay Hyde

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